Driving down the mountain
We pass a few maple trees
That are beginning to turn fall colors
When she says, "It's like living in a postcard"
And she's right, it is beautiful here
I don't need convincing
Around every turn in the road
There is one amazing view after another
The boulders and rocks in the stream
The water rushing around and over them
Making its descent down the mountain
The road twists and turns
Left, right, and then left again
And here we are at one of my favorite spots
The trees open up to an incredible view
Off in the distance, hazy blue mountains appear
But it's only for a moment and then they're gone
I never knew Vermont was a rural state
There are hundreds of dirt roads
So many more than there are paved ones
Which gives me the feeling
Of being in the country
With a charm and beauty all its own
A field of Queen Anne's Lace
Stands proudly behind
A rustic split rail fence
Maple trees line both sides of the road
Their branches forming a canopy over it
As the late afternoon sunlight
Streams through their leaves
I do love watching the scenery
Still, I wish I wasn't in this car
But out there instead with my camera
Making postcards of my own
8.24.04
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